Here's a super deluxe good poem for your reading pleasure:
My Mary Oliver
My Mary Oliver has three stomachs:
greater omentum, peritoneum, and kitty cat tummy.
My Mary Oliver dines in plaid.
Shiny misgivings notwithstanding, her words are even more true in French.
My Mary Oliver loves the smell of barf.
It's true--barf!
My Mary Oliver doesn't want to be bartered with.
She's seen The Price is Right.
My Mary Oliver resists verbage.
She knows where it leads
My Mary Oliver knows who black people are.
9 Comments:
yes, yes, YES!
Grande!
Hey I checked out the blog above my post, and I think it is an ad disguised as a person. It is very strange.
It shames me that I had no idea who Mary Oliver was until I read your blog. So I just spent some time googling her and reading some of her work. Thanks for writing this.
I'm taken by her poem "Wild Geese" so far...
Again, thanks!
that poem is nasty haha, i think it is great though
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For some reason, I feel Kasey Mohammad had some sort of hand in this. A good work nonetheless. Cheers!
This reads more like flarf. Where's Dan Hoy to not read it?
this is pathetic flarf. and that's not really a compliment to the genre, unfortunately. i wish it could be. mary oliver's poems are more interesting than this.
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